tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774625592830261479.post7489324242940291262..comments2024-03-27T13:22:37.478-07:00Comments on The Glass Character: Scratch me a lover, pass me a drinkMargaret Gunninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16281594044624096600noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774625592830261479.post-86603023491367114312012-06-08T17:27:09.525-07:002012-06-08T17:27:09.525-07:00'K'KMathew Pausthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06157135006791553019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774625592830261479.post-38249029292566606272012-06-08T13:32:54.670-07:002012-06-08T13:32:54.670-07:00It's a SONG, not a poem!
Be my (be my)
Be ...It's a SONG, not a poem! <br /><br />Be my (be my) <br /><br />Be my (be my)<br /><br />Be my Robert Benchley, oh yeah. . .Margaret Gunninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16281594044624096600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774625592830261479.post-44874594008194229842012-06-07T06:56:31.721-07:002012-06-07T06:56:31.721-07:00Since when do poems need to make sense?Since when do poems need to make sense?Mathew Pausthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06157135006791553019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774625592830261479.post-44489454378553233542012-06-06T10:06:32.999-07:002012-06-06T10:06:32.999-07:00I am assuming everyone is familiar with the Barena...I am assuming everyone is familiar with the Barenaked Ladies' hilarious song, Be My Yoko Ono. The post doesn't make much sense without it.Margaret Gunninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16281594044624096600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774625592830261479.post-87174032343353375602012-06-06T05:39:35.867-07:002012-06-06T05:39:35.867-07:00You've captured her essence in the words and t...You've captured her essence in the words and the photo sequence. From smartass queen thru the progression of weakening self possession to the weary resignation. That last photo makes me want to reach thru the screen and hug her. I wonder if her dual life - cerebral and physical - didn't epitomize the human dilemma, that of the role confusion passion brings. We want to control and surrender simultaneously. I suspect very few of us have the talent to negotiate that abutment without losing brio. My guess is Benchley and Parker had enuf of a fling to know where it would lead, and decided before it was too late they valued their friendship too much to risk it. Love your poem.Mathew Pausthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06157135006791553019noreply@blogger.com